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Job 7:6

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

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Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

And where is now my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?

For All flesh is as grass, And all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:

The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: But the righteous hath hope in his death.

Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.

whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withereth the grass, and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his ways.

that at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world:

My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

When a few years are come, Then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: But I will maintain mine own ways before him.

What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

Withhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst: but thou saidst, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.

Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ;

The waters wear the stones: Thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; And thou destroyest the hope of man.

They shall go down to the bars of the pit, When our rest together is in the dust.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: And mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, The graves are ready for me.




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